Precious Few Minutes
Last night, after his 8pm-ish feed, I was trying to settle my boy in our bedroom and it was becoming difficult. We just weren’t making progress and so I decided to take a breather by letting him lie on our bed and I turned on the main light which I knew would stimulate him. It did. I lay down next to him so that we were at eye-level. I started to continuously stroke his face and around his head while looking into his eyes. Suddenly, the corners of his mouth went up, and even though he had a dummy in, I saw an enormous smile appearing. I took the dummy out and sure enough he was smiling at me. The more I stroked him, the more he liked it and continued to smile, and he kept that relaxed and thoroughly content expression on his face. It was such a precious few minutes and I shed a few tears. Seeing him happy makes me happy. Those solid smiles made all the difficult and trying moments of the day melt away. He was so tortured before with his tummy pain and now here he was, lying next to me, loving and knowing me, and smiling at me–his mummy who would do anything for him, and who loves him so, so, much.
October 28th, 2008 at 3:04 pm
Good post.